Floor 1, Room 3

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AKIRA

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[Turnabout is fair play! And unlike Kurapika, Akira can (mostly) own up to his feelings without shame.]

What can I say? You're a pretty cute guy, but my tastes are as vast as the ocean. I do't have a strong preference between genders... unlike you.

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[ God, Akira is insufferable. Kurapika can barely stand him. See, this is why he was shoving you during the mission. ]

That's still a big assumption to make, Akira. You don't know anything else about my preferences other than I kissed you back.

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You wouldn't have reciprocated if you didn't think I was at least a little cute, or is that a logical leap too?

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[ He sighs as he considers getting up and leaving. That would be the much easier, much more sensible thing to do here.

Of course he doesn't do that. ]

I like men and women. Happy now?

[ He better be!! ]

Looks don't matter to me, not really. I've never been attracted to someone solely for their looks.

[ Kurapika's interest is hard to catch, after all. Looks have to be accompanied by a lot more. ]

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Oh?

[Akira really doesn't sound surprised. Someone like Kurapika would be more inclined to focus on common values and the like over superficial traits, right? Akira inclines his head, debating briefly on if he wants to continue this conversation or not.]

So... what made me worth kissing?

[He might die inside if Kurapika chalks it up to nothing more than adrenaline and a spur-of-the-moment mistake, but fuck it, we ball.]

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You're a good person.

[ This much now, Kurapika is sure of. There's a lot of care in the way Akira interacts with other people and the importance he places on his bonds with them. He can tell that Akira pays attention to the world around him despite whatever his own personal goals may be.

It's a trait that Kurapika has always admired in others. ]

So... I wanted to.

[ Despite the complicated mess of emotions and turmoil Kurapika may be, sometimes it really is that simple. ]

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Would you kiss any good person who comes along?

[No, no, he knows that's not what Kurapika means. It's just...]

...Do you want to again?

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[ His heart pounds in his chest and his fingers twitch nervously against his chopsticks as he tries to keep his cool. ]

You were my first kiss, Akira. Don't go around making assumptions like that.

[ Correcting him is easier than answering that other question, it's easier to stall just for two, three more seconds... ]

...I wouldn't be opposed to it.

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...Wait. I was?

[That's easy to believe — after all, this is Kurapika he's talking to — but the idea that he was the one to take his first kiss? That's a harder pill to swallow.]

Then... Alright.

[Akira looks around. They're alone, at least for now, but there's no telling when someone might come along and see them. Right now, he doubts either of them feels like explaining why they're tangling lips on a park bench.]

Here? Or... do you want to take this somewhere else?

[revengier]

[ And now Akira will have to deal with that knowledge for the rest of his life!

His thoughts are similar to Akira's, and even though the thought of moving elsewhere specifically to kiss has his heart already hammering in his chest, he knows it's the better decision to make. The last thing they need is another public event. ]

...We could go to your room.

[ It's closer, after all.

Kurapika begins to pack up their food, not bothering to wait for Akira to confirm that that's where he wants to go. ]

Why did you kiss me?

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[Ah. Packing up their food without even waiting for a reply is pretty decisive, isn't it? Akira troubles his lips, but he's up on his feet and heading back towards the manor without a second thought.]

Because I felt like it. It was nothing as deep as thinking about whether you were a good person or not.

[I just like you.]

Honestly, I thought you hated me after what happened last time.

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[ Oh.

He doesn't like that answer. It twists something deep in his gut, leaving him feeling like he's been knocked off balance. But he can't really blame Akira for that, can he? People kiss others all the time just because they feel like it.

He snaps the lid on the bento shut with more force than necessary before standing to follow Akira. ]

Why would I? I was as much a part of what happened as you were.

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[Good thing he's walking away and not able to witness Kurapika taking his words the wrong way and getting offended! He does, at least, hold the manor door open like a proper gentleman. M'pika?]

Yeah, but... it ended kind of awkwardly.

[...]

I ended it awkwardly. You have every right to hold that against me.

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[ And he'll walk right through that open door without saying thanks! ]

I would have been content to just talk afterwards, you know.

[ Just throwing that out there, to rub salt in the wound. ]

But you're not exactly smooth, so I suppose it's to be expected.

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[He'd smack Kurapika's ass for that if he didn't believe it'd score him a broken wrist. Rude ass Kurapika..............]

I know. Sorry.

[If Kurapika expects an explanation from Akira, he won't be getting one. This is a problem for him to untangle and not Kurapika. The past belongs firmly in the past.]

What did you expect? Did you want me to sweep you off your feet and schmooze you? Only someone who wanted to smash and run would act like that.

[Akira has actual feelings for you, Kurapika. Do you get it now?]

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[ Hell no, he does not! ]

I don't like romantic types like that.

[ He never has. It's always those that tend to fumble the bag, so to speak, that draw him in.

They're at Akira's room now, and he adjusts the bento boxes in his arms as he waits by the door. ]

So if you didn't want that, then what is it that you do want?

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[Akira unlocks the door and waves Kurapika in. No need to thank him this time either, asshat. It's a good thing he's used to these sorts of verbal sparring matches, isn't it? Kurapika is relentless.]

I got carried away, Kurapika.

[But it was more than just that. If he doesn't explain himself, Kurapika's just going to get angry again, so— alright. Listen well.]

I don't know. I carried away in everything we were talking about. I thought "wow, this guy's beautiful when he gets swept up in the moment." I couldn't think straight after that. All I wanted to do was kiss you.

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[ He sets down the bento boxes wherever he can, suddenly feeling nervous. "Beautiful" is certainly not the word he would use to describe himself, and he doesn't think many would either. Kurapika doesn't lack self confidence, but... ah.

He feels nervous. ]

I still think there's something wrong with you. Kissing someone in the middle of an argument is the riskiest thing you could do, you know. Especially after I told you about my eyes.

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[The nerves are mutual. Akira presses the bedroom door shut with his back, turning the lock with a sharp click. It's fine. Maybe Kurapika didn't hear that.

Akira pads over to his bed and sits on the edge. Kurapika is... free to join him, of course.]

Maybe I like taking risks.

[Maybe he likes staring death in the face. Kissing it too.]

What were you going to do, anyway? Kill me mid-kiss? That doesn't sound like you.

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[ He definitely hears it, and his heart beats so loud that he can practically hear it. Is this what people their age do? Hang out in a locked bedroom with the prospect of kissing hanging over their heads?

After a moment's hesitation, he joins Akira on the edge of the bed, sitting about a foot away. God. He should have risked getting caught and kissed him outside. This wouldn't be so painfully awkward otherwise. ]

I could have subdued you. Or held you at gunpoint. I always have a gun on me, you know.

[ Well. He was in his pajamas, so it was on his desk. But the point still stands. ]

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[This is exactly what people their age do. Welcome to the normal life of a teenager, Kurapika.

This distance is pretty far from the ideal kissing distance, but it's... it's fine. Akira, being the taller one, will lean over to fill in the space.

You know. When they're ready for that. Right now, the tension is thick enough to cut with a knife. Akira's fingers loop into the comforter and hold on tight.]

That's... [God. Oh God.] You shouldn't threaten me with a good time. I might take you up on the offer.

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[ He can feel the tension, his eyes flitting towards Akira's fingers on the comforter before looking at... something, anything else in the room. ]

That's not how a threat works, Akira.

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[Stop! Stop!! That was so sexy and Kurapika doesn't even realize it. Can't he just, you know, throw him a bone here?]

Keep threatening me. You're even prettier when you do.

[ACCEPT HIM AS HE IS OR RETHINK YOUR LIFE RIGHT NOW, KURAPIKA. YOUR CHOICE.]

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[ Don't call him pretty!!!! That's just embarrassing!!!

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You're so weird.

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And you're amazing.

[Don't mind him stealing a brief kiss— a teasing, fleeting peck. Hehehe.]

I knew I liked you from the start. I've got killer intuition.